Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
PIL,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.